Eyes hold the secret.
Liars keep the score.
Friends are lovers in disguise.
With peeping toms and sharpening eyes.
Tomorrow will be dreadful.
If we make it to tomorrow.
Death can stop most things.
Decaying among the living.
Breathing under water.
Suffocating on pure imagination.
Colorless on the floor.

As far as my heart is from your hand, quite a stretch I might add!

Our different styles will mesh as one.

Just not so soon.

The first step is to look for love in the right places.

It is not all about physical beauty.

The eyes hold more than you think.

More than images of love.

But the emotions too.

Sometimes tears flush out those images.

Delete and forget.

I would rather not forgive.

Because it was not worth the heart ache.

I know that you can see the wired fence.

Try to get over it without getting hurt.

Paint Splatter

You lie there with a blank expression.

Blank like a canvas just waiting to be filled with color.

For you see my love, I am a blank canvas too.

And you are the artist.

Waiting to fill my life with wondrous things and color.

It's not a paint by number.

So don't dip with caution.

Make a master piece upon my heart.

For I too am lonely.

Together we can erase heart ache.

Together we will be.

As close as the paint is upon the brush.

A mental picture.

My eyes are the flash with every blink.

I will be your artist.

Sketching out every detail.

Slowly.

Because a work of art takes time.

Make the first mark.

But don't erase mistakes.

We all make them.

Painting over the outline won't make it any better.

It will bleed through and we will still know.

Of course, after a while it is part of the piece.

Sometimes for better, sometimes for worse.

You be the critic.

Smashed

I had the world on a string, along with my heart.
But someone came and cut that string, so my world and heart shattered on the concrete.
No time to pick up the pieces because people are already stepping on them.
They don't even stop to look.
No one cares for a shattered world or a broken heart.
Depression eats away the smiles there once was.
Tears form where sparkled lied.
Face goes blank.
No time to pick up the pieces.
There is only time to move on.
Leave the porcelain glass broken in the street.
Soon to be swept up with a broom.
Forget that shattered world, remember how it was before getting smashed.
Forget that broken heart.
Be glad the one in you is still beating.